Fraternization Rule (Risqué Contracts Book 3) (3 page)

“Gabe,” I corrected her, needing to hear my name on her lips while I could still taste her on my own.

“Gabe,” she dutifully repeated.

I looked down at her top pointedly. The wet spots around her nipples had made the camisole and sheer fabric of her bra see-through.

Her little rosebud lips formed a silent
O
and she snatched the sweater from my hand, allowing me to help her put it on this time. As she covered up the slightly opaque top, I narrowed my eyes at her. “I don’t want you wearing something so revealing. This sexy body is for my eyes only.”

She opened her mouth, presumably to argue with me, but I shut her up with my mouth over hers. When she’d melted into my arms, I ended the kiss but still held her close, whispering in her ear, “No more practically see-through tops. And, while we are on the subject, no more skirts that barely cover your ass.” I emphasized my words by slipping my hands under her hem and squeezing her bare cheeks.

Her eyes opened dazedly, and I watched her without speaking, waiting. She nodded, “Good girl.” I quickly kissed her again and set her away from me, on the precipice of saying
fuck it
to my responsibilities and spending my day in bed with Charlotte.

It wasn’t possible, but it was so damn tempting. I glanced at my watch and growled in frustration. Walking around my desk, I grabbed a scrap of paper. Scribbling my address down, I thrust it at her. “I’ve got another class and two faculty meetings. I’ll make sure my doorman knows to expect you at seven.”

She stared at me for a moment, seemingly contemplating something. I raised a single eyebrow in question, silently daring her to say no. This was not a request. She was going to be at my home tonight even if I had to drag her there.

“Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll meet you there.”

Damn straight she would.

I
couldn’t believe I was here, standing outside Gabe Aldric’s door. My hunky American Literature professor who also happened to be the only guy who’d ever made it to third base with me—and in a way I never imagined was possible. I’d read scenes like that before, where the hero hoisted the heroine over his shoulders and held her up while he made her come. I’d always thought the author was full of crap when they included that kind of sexytimes because there was no way a guy could actually do that. But Gabe had certainly proved me wrong earlier. I would have said I had the wet panties to prove it, but I’d left them on his office floor.

They were a brand new pair, too, since I’d decided I wanted to feel sexy, just in case my sister was right and my meeting with him turned into something other than academic. It was a good thing I had, because the moment might have been lost if I’d been wearing my usual plain, cotton panties. The sexy G-string was worth the sacrifice, though. So was the pair I’d put on tonight. It was a good thing I’d grabbed a few pairs when I went shopping on Sunday.

I blushed a little as I thought about the other pieces of lingerie I’d bought while I was at the mall. I’d never really had a need for more than basic bras and underwear before. Now that I knew Gabe was going to see me without my clothes, that all changed. Breathing deeply, I straightened my spine and knocked on the door. It only took about a minute before it swung open and I was staring at Gabe.

“How did you make it past the doorman? He was supposed to call me when you were on your way up.” He looked adorably flustered, with his hair mussed and his glasses perched on his nose.

“Funny story,” I answered, laughing lightly while he ushered me into his penthouse apartment. “I actually live in your building. My brother-in-law bought me a place as a graduation present, and I moved in this past weekend.”

“Nice gift,” he murmured, sounding a little put out.

“That’s what you get when your big sister marries a former football star who’s made some excellent investment decisions.” I didn’t protest when he took my purse off my shoulder and dropped it onto a table in the foyer. “Brysen decided to take his new role as big brother very seriously. It’s been killing him that I was living in the dorm. He didn’t think it was the best place for me. So he used my graduation to his advantage and moved me into a building he thought was safe.”

“I guess I can’t complain too much since it will make things more convenient for me with you living in my building.”

“It sounds like you plan on me being around a lot.” I didn’t disguise the hope in my voice as I followed him into the kitchen, surprised to find several pots and pans on the stove. “You’re making me dinner?”

He lifted a couple lids, stirring the contents of the biggest pot, and then turned back to me. “Yes, I’m cooking for you.” He prowled my way, sliding a hand around my waist and tugging me towards him as soon as he got close enough. “And you’d might as well make yourself comfortable because you’ll definitely be around a lot. I waited sixteen weeks to get you where I wanted you, and now that I have, I’m not willing to let you go.”

He was telling me exactly what I wanted to hear, what any woman would yearn for him to say. I should be thrilled, not scared that he’d change his mind once he was more familiar with me.

“But we barely know each other.” My protest was a whisper of air against his lips.

“I know you,” he growled, claiming my mouth in a brief but brutal kiss before he lifted me up onto the granite countertop. “I’ve felt your pussy contract against my tongue while your sweetness covered my face.”

“Is that all it takes for you to want to keep a woman around?”

He cupped my face in his hands, staring straight into my eyes for a moment before he responded. “You’re not just any woman. You’re Charlotte, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and an eternal optimist who sees the world through rose-colored glasses.” He kissed me softly this time, licking at the seam of my lips until I opened them and allowed his tongue inside. “Your idealism shined through in each of your papers. It didn’t matter what you were writing about, you always managed to find the positive in a story. Don’t try to tell me I don’t know you, Charlotte. I’ve known who you are underneath the pretty packaging since the first week of my class when you waxed poetically about how Steinbeck left us with an image of hope at the end of
The Grapes of Wrath
.”

“I don’t know why so many of my fellow students failed to see that the story really is about second chances and the innate kindness that lies within all people.” I frowned, thinking about the discussion in class that day and how my heart had beat wildly as I waited and hoped that Gabe would support my position. “Or why you didn’t speak up for me if you were impressed by my argument.”

His palms slid along my legs, pushing my skirt up until his thumbs rested at the juncture of my thighs. I squirmed in his hold, my panties dampening from the feel of his hands against my skin. “I’m sorry I was such an ass all semester, sweetheart. My only defense is that I was fighting the chemistry between us. Ignoring you was the only way I could stop myself from taking you while you were my student.”

“It hurt,” I admitted softly. “Thinking this was one-sided.”

“Let me show you how much I want you,” he whispered in my ear while he lowered me onto my back. “How sorry I am for ever making you doubt yourself.”

The granite countertop was cold, but I didn’t feel the chill of it because his mouth was already over my panties. Hot air puffed through the damp material and I moaned, spreading my legs wider to give him better access.

“I think I should start every meal with my dessert first.” His breath was hot against my inner thigh as he yanked my panties to the side. “I could eat this little pussy morning, noon and night.”

His thumbs spread my pussy lips, and I felt the cool air of the room against my heated flesh for the barest of seconds before his tongue was on me. He gently licked my clit with just the tip of his tongue, then moved downwards to dip inside me before sliding back up again. In his office, it felt like he was devouring me, but this was more like he was worshipping my pussy. It was a slow, torturous buildup, his mouth moving up and down my inner thighs each time I got close, slightly nipping on me here and there. His hands rubbed along my thighs the entire time, making me feel like he couldn’t stand not touching me.

“Please,” I begged. “I can’t take much more.”

“Then come for me, Charlotte,” he rasped against my skin, his tongue flicking out and circling my clit before he sucked it into his mouth.

“Gabe!” My voice cracked as I splintered apart, shuddering with the force of my orgasm. His licks turned gentle again, his hands soothing, as I rode the waves of my release.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured as he stood and leaned over me. The evidence of my climax glistened on his chin as he grinned down at me, his hands shifting my panties back in place and tugging my skirt so it covered my thighs again.

“Thanks,” I stuttered, unsure how to respond to the compliment. There hadn’t been time for the awkward moment after in his office because he’d left so quickly, but I felt it now. Gabe was an incredibly handsome and successful author and professor, and I was just me. The women he’d been with before me would have known how to react. I was sure they were experienced and sophisticated. And I was... “I’m a virgin.”

A
lot of men would have taken off running at her announcement, but it turned me the fuck on. I was already hard from eating her pussy, but damn, my cock was begging to be where my mouth had been. Somewhere no one else had ever been. I wanted to shout to the world that Charlotte Young was mine, had only ever been, and would always be
mine
.

I couldn’t wait to teach her all about sex, explore new things, and learn to please each other. Not that I was worried about pleasing her. I don’t care how conceited it made me sound, I was an expert at satisfying women in the bedroom...or wherever.

I took a deep, calming breath.

Charlotte’s face was filled with trepidation and I realized that she was taking my silence as a bad sign. I helped her sit up, then reached up and smoothed out the worry lines on her forehead. Then I trailed my finger down her cheek, and over her rosy lips. “Sweetheart, stop jumping to conclusions.” I kissed her lightly. “I love that you’re untouched. Don’t mistake my silence for anything other than me trying to control my impulse to throw you over my shoulder and take you to the bedroom so I could pop your sweet cherry.”

Her face brightened and she locked her legs around my waist, making me groan at the contact. She gripped my shirt with two hands and pulled me close.

“I have no objections to that plan,” she whispered across my lips. I was about to give in when we were both startled by the oven timer. I removed her legs from my waist and quickly grabbed my oven mitts to remove the fresh, crusty rolls from the oven. I threw a glance her way before checking on the asparagus. “We’ll talk about that idea after dinner.” I turned back to the food, but not before I glimpsed her cute pout, making me smile.

I dished up the asparagus, wild rice, and parmesan encrusted chicken, placing each on the table. Lifting Charlotte off of the counter, I handed her a bottle of wine and two glasses, then grabbed a basket for the rolls. We sat down, our chairs at the corner of the table so that we were close, but still faced each other.

Charlotte looked over the meal, her expression indicating that I had impressed her. I winked at her and watched as a blush stole across her face. My hard-on had settled a little but that beautiful sight had me shifting uncomfortably in my chair. She took a bite of chicken and moaned, making me way beyond uncomfortable. I needed a distraction.

“Tell me what I don’t know about you, sweetheart,” I requested as I poured us each a glass of white wine.

“There isn’t much to know,” she said in between bites. “My parents died when I was fifteen, and since Elisa was eighteen, she was able to become my guardian. I grew up, went to school, and made every effort to graduate early so that Elisa wouldn’t have to continue supporting me. Oh, I also had a huge crush on my professor, and here we are.”

I chuckled. “You forgot, practically seduced said professor with your gorgeous legs, always on display with your short skirts.” I gave her a stern look. “Which is another topic we will be discussing at some point.”

Charlotte smirked and I glared at her. However, this wasn’t what I wanted to be talking about tonight, so I steered the conversation back on track.

“How is it that such a beautiful and intelligent woman is still a virgin at twenty-one?”

She blushed again and I decided it was one of my favorite things to see. “It’s not like I didn’t have the birds and bees discussion with Elisa. And, the safe sex lecture. I guess I was too busy with school and, um, I hadn’t—” She broke off and her blush intensified, spreading from the roots of her flaxen hair to dip below the collar of her low-cut sweater. I was dying to know how much of her body was covered with the pretty pink hue.

“Hadn’t what?” I pressed.

She cleared her throat and averted her gaze. I took her chin firmly between my thumb and forefinger, turning her face so her brown doe eyes stared into mine. “Eyes on me when you talk, Charlotte.”

“I hadn’t found anyone I wanted to be with like that.”

My heart swelled with emotions I hadn’t taken the time to truly examine yet. She was so fucking perfect.

“I’m ecstatic that you want to take that step with me, sweetheart. Although, even if you didn’t, I would have chained you to my bed and spent every second convincing you that you’re mine.”

Her coffee colored eyes widened a bit. There was surprise, yes, but it was the shadow of lust that had me grunting in satisfaction.

I threaded my fingers through the silky strands of her hair, rubbing the ends between my fingers and thinking about her neatly trimmed pussy. I let it go and ran the back of my hand down the side of her torso, my fingers brushing along her round tit. My mouth watered at the memory of sucking on the hard little buds topping them.

“Let me be crystal clear about something, sweetheart. This body, every part of you, belongs to me. Now that I have you, I’m holding on tight. It’s going to be my cock that pops your juicy cherry, my mouth that eats your pussy, and my hands that feel your creamy skin. No one else touches what’s mine. And, I’m going to make damn sure everyone knows you belong to me.”